Disclaimer: I still own nothing.sorry for the delay,I know where I am going just working out how to get there.
Authors note: Thanks to MartinaCruz, phil4858 and c j Tiesto for their support.
Prague, Czech Republic.
She'd heard from Cassidy after twenty-four hours, Twelve hours less than she'd expected, to say it made her apprehensive was a definite understatement. She tired to write it off as anticipation, but she had started to realize lying to yourself took a lot more effort than she could muster lately. She was saving everything she had left for just one task now, nothing else mattered."You're early" she said it like an accusation as he sat down next to her in the corner booth of a gloomy little bar.
"The information was more forthcoming than I expected" He handed her a large envelope.
"But I don't think you are going to like it" he declared gesturing to a passing waitress. He ordered himself a beer and the same again for her.
Sydney resisted the overwhelming urge to tear into the envelope and view its secrets, instead waiting for their drinks to be deposited on the table and the waitress to leave again.
She slides several photos onto the table, studying them briefly. She had already seen the top three, all from a security camera, her father meeting Sark in his car in an underground car park.
"This is useless, I already know Julian Sark did not kill my father," she snapped placing the photo's down again. The last meeting she had with her mother had cleared that up.
"No Julian Sark didn't kill your father, Sark was assisting your father with a relocation". Her mother had said as much, Sark had been helping arrange for Jack Bristow's "retirement" from the world of espionage. He nodded towards the photos again; She complied and flicked through all of them this time. She stopped abruptly the colour draining from her face.
"Are you sure about this? " The words slipped from her mouth of their own accord her control slipping away as she starred at the image of her father's murderer slipping out of the car where Jack Bristow's now dead body slumped over the steering wheel.
Everything seemed to fade into background noise she knew it was true she didn't need him to confirm it.